This night — starstruck cold
Alone and
bared we stare;
sky in palms
swaying silenced
for its symphonies:
we and air.
You egg me darkly — play
on puff of clouds;
inhale me, zephyr you;
trickle softer yet.
This night, is… fire-
worked of us.
Star the Wormwood by Konstantin Bogaevsky
Today the word for the Quadrille is egg. Kim hosts at dVerse. Join us with 44 word poetry including the word egg. Also linking to the open platform at toads.
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March 26, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I really like the title of this one, Björn. I love it when I’m in my reader and I’m sucked in by the title of a poem. I know it’s going to be good before I even read a line. That theory hasn’t failed me yet.
I know that titles are important, and I always make the title last (almost)… it’s the same with books… a good title (almost) always means a good book.
My titles usually come last, too.
What a wonderful combination of phrase and image. I’ve already read this 3 times over. Superb.
Yes, I like it very much!
I like the night being our fire work.
being egged on by your imagery – “sky in palms” evokes double image of swaying trees and open hands
I like the play of the elements, the energy of love.
I love the opening line: ‘This night — starstruck cold’ and the way it springboards the reader into the main body of the Quadrille. I also love
‘sky in palms’, ‘You egg me darkly’ and ‘This night, is… fire- / worked of us’.
“You egg me darkly — play on puff of clouds”… wow! 💜
The fireworked sky is a wonderful image.
What a great opening line!
Wonderful verbing. I like that first line, too, made me think of the sharp brightness of winter stars, that intensity.
“You egg me darkly” – wonderful!
I loved the idea of reflection of “heavens” in palms and the totality implied. Love the second stanza!
Egged on, sounds very eggciting, lol
I feel the infinite space in your poem, Bjorn.
I love the play of the symphonies, elements and finally the outcome
– fire!
Swaying silently and the symphonies – loved the vivid imagery !
I love how the last line reminds that what we see is a creation of what we do.
Good one. The last line is perfect.
I feel it could be lovers swaying silently to the symphonies of the cool night air.
This is amazing. Our relationship with air. Sky in palms swaying silently..beautiful!
Every fire needs air to burn!
Sounds like a hot fireworks night for sure! …trickle softer yet!
Love the picture as well.
Dwight
Air and Us………..
First line and also “Alone and bared we stare.” Wonderful description here….fireworks turned into a verb. Loving this one, Bjorn!
‘we and air’ – love the sound and thought of this
“You egg me darkly”
Clever, clever
Much love…
Clever and intriguing.
This begs to be read more than once….so I did. Still love it.
loved all the lines…the feel and the title….especially “sky in palm…..we and air”!
sky in palms… love that mood against the cold night…
I like the way you used the word ‘egg’ – and in all a striking piece of abstract poetry.
It’s like listening in on bits and pieces of a conversation. Very interesting approach.
I really like this. The first line made me stop and pause the way one does in cold star-filled night, and I liked the fireworked sky.